I was glad tae see a big policeman looming up in the mist.
"Here, ma chiel," I asked him, "can ye not put me in the road for the Strand ?" He looked at me, and then began to laugh.

I was surprised.
"Has onything come ower you ?" I asked him.

I could no see it was a laughing matter that I should be lost in a London fog.

I was beginning to feel angry, too.

But he only laughed louder and louder, and I thocht the man was fou, so I made to jump away, and trust someone else to guide me.